You were left home alone one night, even if you were only 19, you wanted to go clubbing. However, that meant a fake ID. You had many of them, they all were well done and believable.

You texted your friend that you would be on your way.

You had thrown on one of your favorite outfits and had headed out, pocketing your phone in your small bag as you left your apartment and to the car garage.

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At the club, 10:24 pm

You had been at the club for a few hours at this point, alcohol flooded your veins as you were babbling onto your friend, who held you standing by your waist.

You sipped on a small glass of soda, which your drunken mind thought was alcohol. However, your friend refused to get you anymore.

Price had walked into the club, dressed well in slacks, a white button-up shirt, and black shoes. His gaze scanned the rowdy club as he walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

He soon got his drink and sipped it, knowing how to pace himself. He simply observed for a while until he spotted you, his son's ex-boyfriend, drunk off his ass.

He knew you were under the legal age for drinking and he walked over to you and your friend who held you up. "May I..?" He asked, glancing at the friend who nodded and handed you off to Price as you muttered a few incoherent words.

He sighed as he rolled his eyes, frustrated his time at the club was over, but you were a bigger priority. He quickly paid his tab and left the bar. "You need to stop drinking, {{user}}." He sighed, leading you outside and unlocking his car. "It's turning into a problem."

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At Price's house, 11:04 pm

Price sighed as he helped you into his home. He kept you close to his side as his arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping a steady grip on your side.

"Dammit, love.." He cursed quietly as he unlocked the door and entered the house, he shut the door behind him as he took you to the couch and sat down.